His love was like the wind,
Strong and courageous,
But with the power to destroy.

My heart a willing victim,
To fall in love with the gusts of love,
How one day he'd be a drizzle,
The next; a tornado,

Ripping through my defence,
Powering through my walls,
Past my endless promises,
To never fall at all.

And me, being weak,
Like a wave that never makes the shore,
Let him take away the innocence,
His heart was yearning for.

And as that wind slowly tore me apart,
I remained that injudicious wave,
Too weak to repair my barriers,
Too broken to be saved.

Can you see me, Moon?
or am I too far?
are the stars too bright
to see me tonight?

Maybe if I get higher
or burn some fire?
Maybe if I sing a tune,
you will hear me to see me, Moon?

I can see you so clearly
so perfect, so still, barely trying
I've always seen you , Moon, but you haven't seen me
I'd like to believe you do and followed me during the night.

Every late night journey
all those lonely hours in my room
Watching me, learning from me, devouring me
If I can see you, you can see me

You orbit my everyday life
but I must admit
it feels the other way around
it is I who orbits you, I surround you.

I can see a face but no eyes
blind to my devotion, my worship
luminous clock that semi-brightens the night
unearthly high, up on a pedestal

Moonlight flood my room
My love above hovers over me
Floating in this half light
Gloating at my sad plight

But even with this said
I can not help but still ask;
"Can you see me, Moon?"
Knowing you won't anwser me soon.

Never see me forever

Happy or sad,
or beautifully mad.
In love, oblivious
Confused and conspicuous.
No matter what I feel
When I am with you it's so unreal.
Playing or fighting
In this friendship, we're trying.
But I don't want to be friends
My feelings last till the end.
Hold me tight, turn my head.
You make me blush really red.
Hold my hand, try again
My feelings for you are so insane.

Sometimes,
the most honest
thing to do
is to lie

i
eat
sleep
breathe
feel
and
see.          
                      but,
                      i
                      find
                      it
                      hard
                                        to
                                        be
                                                             me.

My heart shattered
into eight pieces.
They lay there on my carpet.
Each one told me
a story.

one
My eyes meet yours
on that Monday afternoon.
I smile and so do you.

two
My hands run through your
hair as you kiss me
in the warm summer rain.

three
The sky is pink as we drive
down to the shore on your
black motorbike, laughing.

four
You're wearing a blue shirt
as we get drunk on
the thought of forever.

five
My ears are ringing from
all the screaming, I slide against
the door as you walk away.

six
My skin burns where you touched
me, you pack your clothes
in an old, weathered bag.

seven
Your lips are chapped when
you kiss me for the last time,
wrapping your arms around me.

eight
A picture flashes up on my computer,
I look at it until you're nothing
but a blurry memory.

She dreamt me and I lived her.

I'm your mirror.
I reflect what you want to see.
But it's never really me.

I'm your mirror.
There are smudges and dirt.
Little imperfections you don't like, which hurts.

I'm your mirror.
See whatever you want to see.
But when I break, you're the one who bleeds.